Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Shimmer

Ciao guys,

Music is strange. For me it’s a lot like blood. It fuels me, then runs out, then fuels me again. I love it and I probably always will.

A lot like music another strange thing is life. Sometimes there are a thousand words to describe it, and sometimes it feels as though I had never learned to speak and I’m struck dumb. Today I can find only two words that have any real meaning to me.
Bitter Sweet.

There is a song you might know called “Shimmer” and ironically it’s from a band called “Fuel”. I've always loved the lyrics in this song even though a lot of it probably doesn’t mean much at all. It reminds me of a lot of things, my grand mothers house in England, my mother, me, and a thousand insignificant moments which one day came back to hit me like a ton of lead making making me fall in love with them like no other moment has ever compared.
The music in "Shimmer" rides with the lyrics along the same roller coaster we all do sometimes. Lite hearted and strolling, reflective, powerful, moody, a little up, a little down, a little sad, and yet somehow a little content in at least knowing something beautiful and light existed once but may not be so for long.

Anyway, for one reason or another I’m more sentimental and a little more emotional than usual today for reason’s it’s not time to explain to people. Today some of the lyrics and music in "Shimmer" connected with me and clipped my wings a bit in a strangely complicated way. It feels a lot like falling, but I'm still flying.

While I believe we each make much of our own destiny...
Destiny is - well - still destiny.


World

Here is a link to the video if you'd like to listen to it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p0QMfK9hzgA

Monday, February 9, 2009

The Unexpected

I am continually learning as I go along that so many unexpected things continue to happen. So many good things and so many inspiring things. I have faith in everyone because I have come so far in the last three years and it is in thanks to the strong group of family and friends that I have. Enzo has penned "Together Is One" and it has become one of the strongest statements made. The more people I meet along the way, the more people that are inspired by the group, allows for "Together Is One" to resonate.

We have been linked to many groups. We all share one common bond and that is to find cures.

http://parkinsonsjourney.com/we-need-to-get-behind-this-effortthe-regulars

I add this link to direct you over to a website that has placed us there to draw awareness to what we are doing. I have also had the pleasure of becoming friends with Judy Hensley who has asked me to do something for her while I climb up Kilimanjaro. Her words to me were so kind and so humbling. I never view myself as the one making anything happening here. I view myself as being handed a huge opportunity to help make a difference. And collectively with the group "The Regulars" I am able to do that.

Judy has a multicolored coat she purchased that she references to being like the ever changing progression of her Parkinson's Disease. It is viewed as different as she feels Parkinson's patients are when in the public eye. The coat has traveled to many events and has been worn by many an individual to display its uniqueness. Now she wants me to wear it at the top of Kili. With honor I will do this and with pride for the community of individuals I fight for. We will autograph the coat for her too and when I return home I will send it back to her. She is giving me a piece of the coat also that I will pin either on my hat or my pack so I have a remembrance of her coat.

I am forever blinking my eyes, shaking my head, and thanking God for it all. I could never have come this far without all of you. And you all know who you are. I never underestimate anyone or anything. Instead I look ahead and not back because I know good things are on the horizon for every one of us.

World Up!
Strong Feather aka Eileen

www.theRegulars.org


Currently reading:
Making the Climb: What a Novice Climber Learned About Life on Mount Kilimanjaro
By John C. Bowling